LOGINHey, my lovelies ❤️First, I owe you all an apology. I know I promised updates, and I'm sorry for not keeping that promise.Lately, my health hasn't been the best, and school has been absolutely suffocating me, so keeping up with writing has been a lot harder than I expected. Right now, I'm literally on a drip and typing isn't exactly my best talent with one handPlease don't worry though. The moment this drip leaves my hand and I'm feeling better, I'll be right back with your updates. I just need one day to rest and recover properly.Thank you for your patience, your love, and your constant support. It means more to me than you know. Please give this author a tiny day off, and I'll come back stronger ❤️ Don’t abandoned this book, you all are the reason am still writing Love you all, and I'm sorry again.🫶
Ciara’s POVI was still sitting on the bed with the phone lying beside me like it had personally poisoned the room when the door opened, and Inara walked in with Ella carrying breakfast behind her. The tray smelled warm and expensive, something soft with herbs, fresh bread, fruits and one of those Shadowfen drinks that always looked too beautiful to trust, but the moment Inara saw my face, all the food became irrelevant. Her smile vanished immediately. She crossed the room so fast that Ella almost bumped into her back, and before I could even pretend I was fine, she was already beside the bed, bending toward me with her brows pulled together and her sharp eyes moving over my face like she was searching for wounds.“What happened?”I opened my mouth, but no words came out fast enough.Inara’s gaze narrowed further. “Ciara, don’t even try that innocent face with me. Your eyes are bloodshot red, your hand is shaking and you look like someone just called from hell to ask for directions.”
Ciara’s pov.The line went silent.I could almost feel him sitting somewhere expensive and cold, probably behind a desk that belonged to my real father or a stolen empire, weighing my tone, my breath, the tiny delay before each word. I forced myself not to rush and not to fill the silence too quickly because fear always tried to over-explain itself. Inara had taught me that years ago when we were children sneaking around the Dagon estate, one of her many stupid but useful lessons. A guilty person talks too much, she had said once while picking a lock with a hairpin. A smart liar gives them room to believe they are smarter than you. I had laughed then. Now I held on to it like survival.“I assumed she might have contacted you,” he said at last.“Contacted me?” I repeated, adding just enough surprise. “Father, I haven’t been in contact with Inara since I got married and left. Why would she contact me now?”“Are you sure?”His voice was mild, but the question felt like a knife placed g
Ciara’s POVI was awakened the next morning by the sound of my phone buzzing somewhere close to my pillow, but I was still too deep inside sleep to care properly. I only groaned, stretched one lazy hand out from beneath the blanket and tapped the screen without even opening my eyes, hoping whoever was calling would understand the simple message and leave me alone. The room was warm, the bed was too comfortable and for once, my body actually felt like it had managed to rest a little despite everything that had been happening around me. I barely had contacts anyway, maybe four or five people saved properly, and the annoying part was that most of those people were currently in Shadowfen with me, so there was no sensible reason for my phone to be buzzing like someone’s life depended on it. If Dax wanted me, he could walk in. If Inara wanted me, she could scream from whatever room she was in because knowing her, she would rather disturb the entire hallway than simply call. Even Ella wo
Ciara’s POVI watched Dax and Asher stare each other down like two storms waiting to decide which one would destroy the room first, and honestly, my head was beginning to ache.Dax’s golden eyes burned with lethal control, every muscle in his powerful frame locked tight as if one wrong word would make him snap. Asher, on the other hand, looked like chaos wearing a smirk, his head tilted, that dangerous glint in his crimson eyes, the corner of his mouth curved in a way that promised both violence and something far more unhinged, his smirk deepening like war, murder and family collapse was his idea of morning entertainment. I sat up straighter on the bed despite the lingering soreness in my body, my hand instinctively resting over the small swell of my stomach. The pup gave a tiny, restless flutter, as if sensing the tension in the room. My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to breathe.I sighed, then cleared my throat softly and both of them looked at me immediately.“Can we plea
Ciara’s POVDax let out a long, heavy sigh, the kind that sounded like it had been dragged out of somewhere far deeper than his chest, and for a while, he said nothing. He sat beside me on the bed with one hand still wrapped around mine, his face calm in that terrifying Blackthorne way, but his eyes were not calm at all. They were dark gold, too dark, filled with something colder than anger and heavier than disappointment. I had told him most of it and by the time I finished, the room felt smaller, quieter, like even the walls were afraid of what Dax might do with the truth.“So,” he said at last, his voice dangerously soft, “Jasper really did all that to you while I was away.”I nodded, unable to look away from him now even though every part of me wanted to hide. “Yeah.”His jaw flexed.“At first, I tried to understand him,” I admitted quietly, rubbing my thumb over the edge of the blanket. “I thought maybe he was angry about the pregnancy, and honestly, I couldn’t even fully blam







